Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 42: Hero Saves the Beauty

"You..."

Snapped!

Before Ding Yixie could utter any harsh words, a large sack was thrown at him.

Song Zhaowen's strength was immense.

Ding Yixie lost several teeth, and that was only because Song Zhaowen held back; otherwise, one slap would have broken his neck and left him paralyzed from the neck down.

Ding Yixie, who was stunned by the beating, hadn't even felt the pain yet.

*Slap*, another slap landed on another face.

Instantly, that already unattractive, sour face turned into a big pig's head.

Now I understand.

Ding Yixie let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"My...my teeth..." Ding Yixie screamed incoherently, his mouth full of blood. He staggered back, clutching his face, and pointed at Song Zhaowen, yelling at his henchmen behind him, "What are you standing there for? Kill him!"

The three henchmen then realized what was happening and pulled out machetes and chains from their backs.

Fang Min turned pale with fright and clutched Song Zhaowen's shirt tightly at the back: "Brother Wen, be careful..."

Song Zhaowen didn't even glance at the three henchmen; his gaze was fixed on Ding Yixie as if he were looking at a noisy cockroach.

The first henchman charged forward, brandishing a knife—a sharpened watermelon knife that gleamed coldly under the streetlights.

Song Zhaowen stepped to the side, the blade grazing his chest. The henchman had used too much force and hadn't had time to retract his knife when Song Zhaowen's right fist, adorned with brass knuckles, slammed into his elbow.

"Snap!"

"Ah—!" The henchman's arm bent at an eerie angle, and the knife fell from his hand to the ground. Song Zhaowen kicked him in the stomach, and the man flew backward, his body arched, knocking over a roadside trash can, and then fell silent.

The second henchman swung his iron chain at him, but Song Zhaowen did not retreat. Instead, he advanced, crouched down, and smashed his brass knuckles heavily into the other man's ribs.

With a muffled "thud," like a sandbag being smashed, the henchman's eyes bulged out, his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound, and he slowly knelt down on the ground.

The third henchman held a knife, but his hand trembled. He saw Song Zhaowen turn to look at him; there was no murderous intent, not even emotion, in his eyes—a calmness that sent chills down one's spine.

"I...I..." The henchman took a step back.

Song Zhaowen walked over, his movements slow. The henchman yelled and slashed wildly with his eyes closed.

Song Zhaowen parried with his left hand, shaking off his wrist, and then punched him straight in the face with his right hand.

"Bang!"

The sound of the nose collapsing was clearly audible. The henchman fell backward, his face a bloody mess.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Ding Yixie forgot to wipe the blood from his face and stared blankly as his three men lay groaning on the ground. His legs began to weaken, and he finally realized that he had messed with the wrong person.

Song Zhaowen walked up to him, his shoes making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

"You...you stay away!" Ding Yixie shouted, trying to sound tough but actually being cowardly, as he backed away. "My elder brother is Ding Xiaoxie of the Zhongqing Society. If you dare to touch me, my elder brother won't let you get away with it."

Song Zhaowen reached out, grabbed his hair, and forced him to raise his head.

"Who is Ding Xiaoxie? I'll only say this once."

"From today onwards, if you ever appear before Fang Min again, I'll stuff you into a concrete bucket and sink you to the bottom of Victoria Harbour. Do you understand?!"

Ding Yixie trembled all over, and a sudden heat rose in his crotch, causing him to lose control of his bladder.

"I...I heard you clearly..." His voice trembled.

Song Zhaowen let go, and Ding Yixie slumped to the ground, his urine mixed with blood, looking utterly disheveled.

"roll."

Ding Yixie scrambled and rolled away without looking back, not even bothering with his groaning subordinates on the ground.

The street corner quieted down.

Fang Min was still clutching Song Zhaowen's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Were you startled?" Song Zhaowen turned around, his voice softening.

Fang Min's school uniform shirt had popped open at some point, revealing a small section of her slender collarbone.

Her face was as pale as fine porcelain glaze, but the faint redness around her eyes and the tip of her nose from fright added to her fragility.

My hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands sticking to my sweaty forehead and cheeks.

Fang Min unconsciously raised her hand, wanting to tidy her hair, but her fingers were still trembling. It took her two attempts to barely manage to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her small, delicate ear with a tiny mole on her earlobe, like an ink splatter that had been accidentally applied.

She is truly pure and innocent, no wonder she caught Ding Yixie's eye.

Fang Min nodded, then shook her head, tears finally falling: "Brother Wen... thank you... I've troubled you again."

Song Zhaowen took off the brass knuckles, put them back in his pocket, and took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her: "We're all neighbors, I can't just ignore this. Wipe your face."

"Hmm..." Fang Min took the handkerchief, which had a faint scent of soap.

Xiao Zhuoxiao then emerged from the shadows and glanced at the people on the ground: "Brother Wen, what should we do with these guys?"

Song Zhaowen pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hello, Kwun Tong Police Station? There's a fight going on in Shiwei Xianhou Lane, and it seems like they're armed... Yes, please come and take a look."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Xiao Zhuoxiao, "The police will be here in ten minutes. I'll take Amin home first."

"Ah Wen, I'll be going now."

Xiao Zhuoxiao didn't offer any discouraging suggestion, like asking him to drive him home.

Ah Wen is clearly after the girl; staying put as a third wheel will only get you struck by lightning.

"By the way, Ah-Xiao, do me a favor and find out all about that bastard from earlier... Call me back later."

"clear."

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The two walked side by side in silence for a while.

Fang Min was naturally gentle, shy, and tongue-tied, unsure of what to say.

Song Zhaowen, on the other hand, had nothing to talk about.

Don't be fooled by his eloquent conversations with his buddies; he becomes rather reserved around women, relying entirely on modeling to woo them.

"Ah Min, are you thirsty? I'll go to the convenience store and buy you a bottle of water."

"No need..." Fang Min instinctively wanted to refuse, but as she lifted her foot, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through her right ankle. "Ah!"

Her body swayed, and she looked like she was about to fall.

Song Zhaowen reached out and took her arm: "What's wrong?"

"My ankle... I think I twisted it." Fang Min gasped for breath, her brows furrowed in pain.

Song Zhaowen looked down. Fang Min's right ankle was visibly swollen, which was particularly noticeable on her slender ankle.

"Can you walk?"

Fang Min tried it, immediately recoiled in pain, and her eyes reddened again: "...It doesn't seem to work."

"Let me see your ankle."

"what?"

"Check how badly you're injured."

Song Zhaowen helped Fang Min sit down on the edge of a flower bed by the roadside.

"Which foot?" He crouched down, his gaze level with hers.

"...Right foot." Fang Min's voice was soft, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her school uniform skirt.

Song Zhaowen carefully lifted her right ankle.

The movement was very gentle, but Fang Min still gasped in pain, her toes curling up nervously inside her socks.

"Bear with it." Song Zhaowen looked up at her, then looked down and began to untie her sneakers.

Fang Min's face flushed red instantly.

"Brother Wen... I... I can do it myself..." she said frantically, trying to pull her foot back.

Fang Min is a good girl. She has never dated anyone in her life, let alone had such close contact with the opposite sex. Of course, Ding Yixie's coercive physical contact does not count.